Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

It's the fifth day since I arrived at Lingjiu Palace.

"Brother Murong, if you're a true brother, then eat this dish, 'Form is Emptiness'."

It's the sixth day since we arrived at Lingjiu Palace.

"Brother Murong, this path amidst a sea of ​​flowers was specially made for you."

It's the seventh day since we arrived at Lingjiu Palace.

"Brother Murong, try these two side dishes, Side Duck One and Side Duck Two."

It's the eighth day since we arrived at Lingjiu Palace.

“Brother Murong, look at this alms bowl. Monks use it to beg for food. Maybe if we ever fall on hard times, we can go and beg for food too, haha.”

It's the ninth day since we arrived at Lingjiu Palace.

"Brother Murong, this 'halfway monk' dish can calm our hearts. You should try it."

It's the tenth day since I arrived at Lingjiu Palace.

"Brother Murong, this is the 'contentment' you had on your first day. Now that you're leaving, I'll add another dish for you: 'great compassion.' You must be a good person from now on."

After finishing the meal, Murong Fu left with a heavy heart and a compassionate heart for the world. His four great generals, looking rather indifferent, accompanied their young master Murong back to Suzhou.

It is said that from then on, Murong Fu and his four great generals continued to do good deeds, benefiting the local people. This led to a continuous rise in the reputation of the Southern Murong family throughout the martial arts world, even giving rise to a new saying: "The heroic Qiao Feng of the North, the virtuous Murong of the South." It is said that this even caught the attention of the Song Dynasty Emperor, who specially wrote a plaque for Murong Fu, inscribed with eight gilded characters: "A family that accumulates good deeds will surely have abundant blessings." From then on, he enjoyed ten generations of glory.

There's no need to go into that now. Just after Ling Chi saw Murong Fu and the others off, Wu Yazi and the others arrived early the next morning.

"Greetings, Sect Leader."

Outside Lingjiu Palace, Wuyazi, Su Xinghe, and the Eight Friends of Hangu, a total of ten people, bowed to Lingchi together.

"No need for formalities." Ling Chi waved his hand and laughed, "You've arrived quite late. If you had been a few days later, Ding Chunqiu's head would have been rotten by now."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazi and Su Xinghe were overjoyed, and even the Eight Friends of Hangu cheered excitedly: "Good! That scoundrel Ding Chunqiu is finally dead! He truly deserved to die."

"The sect leader is mighty!"

"The sect leader is so domineering!"

"Sect Leader, I want to have your babies."

"Stop!" Ling Chi pointed at the beautiful woman in her thirties and said, "Sister who said she would have my baby, come here."

The Eight Friends of Hangu Pass consisted of seven men and one woman. The woman, named Shi Qinglu, was the seventh in the group. She was obsessed with cultivating flowers and plants, earning her the nickname "Flower Obsessed." Although she was nearly forty, she looked only in her early thirties, in the prime of her life before she withered away.

The Free and Unfettered Sect has extremely high standards for accepting disciples, so Shi Qinglu's aptitude for becoming Su Xinghe's disciple must be first-rate, definitely no less than Mu Wanqing's. Her face, figure, temperament, and charm are exactly what Ling Chi likes.

Incidentally, Abi's master was Kang Guangling, the leader of the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass.

At this moment, Abi was right behind Ling Chi, wanting to greet her master, but she didn't find the right opportunity.

"Sect Leader." Shi Qinglu walked over shyly, her face flushed. She was filled with regret: Oh no, I got too excited. Will the Sect Leader punish me?

"Don't be nervous." Ling Chi chuckled and asked, "May I ask your name, sister?"

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, this disciple is Shi Qinglu," Shi Qinglu replied.

"So it's Sister Qinglu. May I ask how old you are? Are you betrothed?" Ling Chi asked with a smile.

"..." Shi Qinglu blushed and said, "This disciple is thirty-eight years old this year and is still single."

"Oh my! So Sister Qinglu is already thirty-eight? She doesn't look it at all. I thought she was only eighteen!" Ling Chi's words were as sweet as honey, making Shi Qinglu beam with joy, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

"..." Abi tugged at Azhu and whispered, "Aren't you going to do anything about the young master?"

“I can’t control that.” A’Zhu shook her head: “Young Master is good to me, but I can’t take advantage of his kindness.”

Yesterday, Murong Fu and the four great generals all left, but A'Zhu and A'Bi stayed behind.

After spending ten days together, the two women had a general idea of ​​what kind of person Ling Chi was. He was a man who was obsessed with cooking, occasionally practiced martial arts, loved to have fun, but was also very good to his family.

Unlike Murong Fu, being around him felt like home.

He was like an older brother to them, caring for them and loving them. He cooked all sorts of delicious food for them every day and tried to cheer them up when they were in a bad mood.

Thanks to him, when they saw Murong Fu and the four great generals off yesterday, they didn't feel much sadness at parting; instead, they were happy to stay. They might never again encounter a master who treated them so well.

However, although Ling Chi tried his best to treat everyone equally, he always showed favoritism towards A Zhu in some details. Perhaps A Zhu was more lively? Or perhaps A Zhu was prettier? In any case, Ling Chi was more kind to A Zhu than to A Bi. A Zhu could sense it, and A Bi could naturally sense it too, which was why she had asked A Zhu to keep an eye on Ling Chi earlier.

Those who are favored are always fearless. Isn't that right?

But A'Zhu was very sensible. In the entire world of Tianlong, if we talk about gentleness, thoughtfulness and understanding, who else is there but A'Zhu?

Abi sighed, "No wonder the young master dotes on you the most."

A'Zhu smiled slightly: "Doesn't the young master pamper you?"

“Although he dotes on you, I always feel like something is missing.” Abi tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, “Love? Yes! It’s love! The way the young master looks at you is full of love.”

"..." A'Zhu frowned slightly: "Pity? What do I have that deserves pity?"

The two women were completely baffled.

……

"Ahem!" Su Xinghe coughed heavily and said, "Sect Leader, we have all arrived at Lingjiu Palace. We wonder how you plan to settle us?"

“That’s easy to say,” Ling Chi said. “There are plenty of empty rooms in Lingjiu Palace, but only I, the sect leader, and women can enter the palace. Men can only live outside the palace.”

Su Xinghe said, "In that case, let Qinglu stay in the palace, and my master, disciple, and I will stay outside the palace!"

"No rush." ​​Ling Chi chuckled and said, "It's almost noon. Let me cook you a good meal first, and we'll talk after we eat. We can also wait for Granny Tong to arrive."

Upon hearing the address "Tong Lao," Wu Yazi became somewhat nervous: "Is Senior Sister... alright?"

"I'm fine." A slightly aged voice came, and everyone turned their heads to see Wu Xingyun, dressed in white like snow, walking through the air and landing steadily in front of Wu Yazi.

"Senior Sister..." Wu Yazi called out with a face full of shame.

Seeing Wu Yazi with his legs crippled, a hint of heartache and anger flashed in Wu Xingyun's eyes: "You damned bastard, I told you long ago that that bitch was no good, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what happened!"

Wu Yazi timidly agreed, though he was being scolded like a grandson, he dared not disobey in the slightest.

"..." Ling Chi suddenly realized why Wu Yazi had chosen Li Qiushui.

Su Xinghe and the Eight Friends of Hangu stared in disbelief as their master (grandmaster) was scolded like a grandson by a woman. The glorious and righteous image of their master (grandmaster) that they had built up in their hearts for so long collapsed in an instant.

"I'm so angry!" Wu Xingyun cursed vehemently, but still felt sorry for his junior brother and sighed, "Why haven't you come to see me all these years?"

Wu Yazi smiled bitterly: "How can I face my senior sister? If the sect leader hadn't forced me, I probably would never have seen her again in this lifetime!"

Wu Xingyun slapped him on the head and scolded, "You're in this state, who else can you come to if not me? If I had known that you were harmed like this by that bitch, I would have killed that bitch and her lover to avenge you long ago, instead of waiting until today?"

“What Senior Sister says is true.” Wu Yazi became the third grandson again.

"Ugh! Seriously, this is infuriating!" Wu Xingyun squatted down, looking at his legs: "How are they?"

Wu Yazi smiled bitterly: "My leg bone is shattered; there's no way to save it."

"..." Wu Xingyun turned to look at Ling Chi: "Is there any way?"

"Let's give it a try." Ling Chi scratched his head, walked over, and squatted down.

"Senior sister, sect leader?" Wu Yazi asked in surprise.

"Shut up!" Wu Xingyun scolded, "Let the sect leader see if he can cure your lackey."

Wu Yazi immediately shut up, but Su Xinghe and the Eight Friends of Hangu opened their eyes wide, filled with a mixture of tension and anticipation: Could it be that the sect leader can heal Master's (Grandmaster's) leg?

Twelve days ago, on the night Ling Chi returned to Lingjiu Palace, A Zi, being mischievous, ran to the roof to look at the stars. Forgetting that she had no internal energy left, she jumped off the roof, which was more than seven meters high, and broke her leg.

The screams of the slaughtered pig terrified many people. Many palace maids, disheveled and carrying swords, ran out, thinking that thieves had come to assassinate the old woman.

At that time, Wu Xingyun personally diagnosed A Zi. Her right foot was fractured and her right thigh was dislocated. Although it could be set, there was a high chance that she would become disabled.

At that moment, Azi looked up to the sky and cried bitterly, which was truly earth-shattering and like a ghost wailing: "I don't want to be a cripple, waaaah... I don't want to."

"Serves you right!" Ling Chi slapped her on the head and scolded, "Why are you running around on the roof instead of sleeping at home in the middle of the night? Now you know what's what, but it's too late!"

"Waaah..." Azi cried even harder.

"Alright!" Ling Chi was annoyed by this brat, so he immediately took out a box of ointment and said, "Don't worry, apply this and you'll be completely cured in a month without any aftereffects."

"What is this?" Wu Xingyun was quite surprised when he heard about its effects.

"Black Jade Bone-Repairing Ointment," Ling Chi said. "If a person's hands, feet, or joints are severely injured and become disabled, applying this ointment can help the injury heal and gradually restore normal activity. If the injury has been long and the bone has already healed, the broken bone must be broken again first. Applying this ointment can also restore the bone to normal, allowing the person to regain the ability to walk normally."

That night, Ling Chi applied ointment to A Zi and immobilized her wounds, then let A Zi stay at home to recuperate. Now, twelve days later, A Zi is able to walk with difficulty, which shows the miraculous effect of the Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment.

This is also why Wu Xingyun sought out Ling Chi after learning about Wu Yazi's injuries.

Ling Chi squeezed Wu Yazi's legs. Because they hadn't been used for many years, the muscles in his legs had atrophied badly, and the bones were also deformed. Even with modern surgical skills, it was probably impossible to cure them.

Fortunately, this is a magical world of martial arts.

Ling Chi nodded: "Fortunately, it's just that the bones are damaged, but the tendons and veins are not severed, so it can be cured."

"Really!?" Wu Yazi was extremely excited, while Su Xinghe and the Eight Friends of Hangu were overjoyed.

"Can the sect leader really cure my master's legs?!" Shi Qinglu asked boldly.

Upon seeing that Shi Qinglu was a beautiful young woman tending flowers, Wu Xingyun frowned and scolded, "How dare you! How dare you question the sect leader?! Slap yourself!"

"Hey, wait!" Ling Chi hurriedly stepped in front of Shi Qinglu, taking the blow from Wu Xingyun, and said, "Let's talk this out, why fight like this?"

Wu Xingyun's expression was icy: "You want to stop me?"

"I'm not stopping you, I'm trying to reason with you," Ling Chi said. "Qinglu just can't believe Wuyazi's leg can heal. Any normal person would check it to see for themselves. Why are you so agitated?"

"Qinglu?" Wu Xingyun sneered, "How intimately you address her!"

"..." Is there a problem with this?

Chapter Sixty-One: The Unending Onslaught

Wu Xingyun returned to the palace in a huff, and in the end, Ling Chi still couldn't figure out why she was angry.

Fortunately, although Tong Lao was angry, she still sent the Four Swords to arrange accommodations for Wu Yazi and Su Xinghe.

Somewhat surprisingly, Wu Xingyun did not let Wu Yazi live in the palace, but arranged a quiet courtyard for him outside the palace so that he could live with Su Xinghe and be taken care of.

As for the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, they all had separate rooms arranged around Wuyazi's courtyard. Another surprise was that she didn't let Shi Qinglu live in the palace; what was she planning?

Ling Chi spent an hour crushing all the bones in Wu Yazi's legs, resetting them, applying the Black Jade Broken Joint Ointment, and immobilizing them. The surgery was then complete.